Juice

Juice Lyrics

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Tell me, how many real motherfuckers feel me? I smoke a blunt
And freak the funk until these jealous motherfuckers kill meI'm out the gutter, pick a heroI'm 165 and staying high til I die, my competion's zero
Cause I could give a fuck about you, better duck
Or I'll be forced to hit yo ass up I give a fuck
I'm sick inside my mind, why you sweatin me?
It's gonna take an army full of crooked ass cops to come and get me
Niggas know I ain't the one to sleep on, I'm under pressure
Gotta sleep with my piece, an extra clip beside my dresserWord to God I've been ready to die since I was born
I don't want no shit but niggas trip and yo it's on
Open fire on my adversaries